C5

After finishing the crops in the yard, it was already late winter. There was not much work left in the production team, so the members of the guild entered the winter break.

At the village committee, Chen told the production leaders about the establishment of the Mao Zedong Ideological and Literary Team, and asked them to support him strongly. In particular, he said that they would not take up any time during the day because of their evening activities, in order to dispel their fear of taking up the labor force, and that the production teams should make good use of this matter.

It was the right time for the school to take a winter break. The classrooms were all empty and the rehearsal area was set up in the school. Every night, the promotional members would come from different teams to the school to rehearse their programs under the command of Chen Yulu and Zhang Shuzhen.

In the middle of the classroom was a stove. It was the kind of stove that had a big pot placed on top of a circle of soil. The stove was filled with soybean straw and the entire classroom was steaming hot.

The rehearsals included choruses, duets, three and a half sentences, two-person turns, and dances. The content of the song is to praise the Communist Party, Chairman Mao, Mao Zedong Thought mainly. Wang Hongsheng's younger brother, Wang Hong, learned how to sing and dance. He was the school's literary backbone when he was in school, and now he has become a natural coach. The one who sang with him was Zhu Lao Si, and this Zhu Lao Si was very pretty and had a good singing background. As the name suggested, Zhu Lao Si was number four. The first three were all brothers, so his father treated this girl as Bao`er.

Her father always wore a Chinese tunic when he left the house, and his hair was neatly combed. Most of the people at that time wore the same outfit, and there was a pen in the pocket of their jackets. It was just a pen cap lying there, the rest of it gone. A pen in your pocket is a decoration to make you look learned. It was just like many of the old women in the village right now, who wore a very thick gold necklace around their necks. They seemed to be quite wealthy. Normally, people who didn't know much about the situation would think of Zhu as a village official or an accountant or something like that when they first met him. In fact, her father was just a pig. Four Zhu sang well, perhaps because of his father's genetic factors, and whenever his father was a pig, he would sing "Big Knife Cut the Ghosts on the Head," while carefully cutting the eggs with a knife. In the spring, when the two-year-old bulls had reached their sexual maturity and begun to lose their temper, the bulls had hair as smooth and glossy as silk, and the two large, plump eggs between their legs had a masculine liveliness and excitement. Whenever a cow passed by, even if it only smelled the urine of a cow, the young bulls would uncontrollably flash the whips on their bellies, prepare for a brawl, and desperately chase the cow, causing the herd to become chaotic and dusty. So when the villagers called the cows into a frenzy, the young bulls would rebel among the cattle like Red Guards. It was then necessary to impose the dictatorship of the proletariat on the young bullock — the gull, in the term of "castration," when the father of the fourth Zhu turned from a boarder to a gelding. The gelding usually uses a wooden hammer to smash two huge eggs. The method is cruel and the scene is tragic. Her father took a flat pebble wrapped in a red cloth from his bag and placed it under the egg. He tied it firmly to the egg with a thin fishing line, and then he smashed the two eggs with a special wooden hammer, which was called "slapping". Four Zhu's father held a handshake cigarette in the corner of his mouth and mumbled, "The sun shines brightly, calf, don't be sad. I'm representing the People's Party to smash your eggs and take your crotch." The young bull was breathing heavily. He was trembling, foaming at the mouth, his eyes were rolled up, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. As the hammer hammered on and on, the two eggs were mangled and their skins shriveled, like the shriveled and drooping breasts of an old woman, and the calf's struggle and breathing gradually slowed and weakened. Those who wanted to be eunuchs, upon seeing this scene, would definitely give up on their own thoughts. In this way, happiness becomes a permanent memory after a newborn calf has only tasted the sweetness of sex once or twice in the spring.

Wang Hongshu and Zhu Lao-Si sang the song "To New Cities", which was originally meant to sing the song of father and daughter as they walked along the streets of Lhasa. The serfs were overjoyed and overjoyed to see the new face of the city, thus celebrating the great achievements of the socialist construction and the Communist Party's efforts to break the chains of the serfs and make them masters of the new society. However, when he arrived at Zhu Lao Si's place, he instead changed his father and daughter to siblings to visit the new city, and the Ah Pa in the lyrics to Ah Ge. It was really hard to understand, perhaps Zhu Lao Si was afraid of lowering his seniority.

Their partner, Yanqin, was in her second year of high school. The songs they sang were "Husband and wife can read" and "Brother and Sister can start a new life". The song 'Couple Can Read' was about the couple. The old society was suffering from the inability to read, and the new society had to learn to read. The song began with the technique of Bixing, "the stars appear in the dark sky, the blackboard is lit up with light", where literacy is compared to the stars in the night, bringing light to people's eyes. While they were singing, Yanqin and the two students looked at each other with a complicated look in their eyes, which caused their hearts to tremble. They could only avoid Yanqin's fiery gaze as they turned their heads to look at the blackboard from time to time.

Then the headmaster came with a thermos of warm water and said kindly, "Here, have some water to moisten your throat." The principal was gentle and gentle. He looked to be in his fifties, with a kind and friendly face. There was not a single strand of hair on his forehead. Under the flickering light of the kerosene lamp, his scalp appeared exceptionally bright. His facial features could still be considered normal. His face was white and rosy. His ten fingers were stretched out, but no bones could be seen. His flesh was even more tender than a woman's hand. He was dressed in a blue and gray Chinese tunic that had been washed somewhat pale. There was a pen in his breast pocket and a badge on his chest. On the badge was a small bronze bell. His name was Guan Wen Jian, and the members of the club secretly called him an egg runner. Running an egg runner was what our village called a boar. When he was young, he had studied in a private school for a few years. This was already very impressive in a remote village. No matter what, he was still a scholar. Every scholar had a common problem, and that was that they did not like to work, and they always liked to take advantage of every possible situation. Guan Wen Jie was the same as well. However, he still had to live and support his family in the future. He did not want to work in the fields, so he raised a large pig, specifically to breed the sow in the nearby village. His boar was well-built, with two large fangs protruding from his mouth. He looked very fierce. One winter, he went to the outskirts of the village to feed the pigs, and the sows kept him for dinner and drinks, and by the time he came back the sun was going down. With a wicker stick in his hand and the last rays of the setting sun behind him, he drove the boar home. The boar was walking in front, squinting his eyes as he savored the experience he had just had with the boar. He followed the boar and even sang, "Talking about Old Song, the couple are selling big cigarettes..." Before he could finish singing "Selling big cigarettes", two big grey wolves jumped out from the grass behind the trees. Guan Wenju broke out in a cold sweat and woke up from his stupor, and he looked at the stick in his hand. He couldn't beat the wolf either, and he didn't have Wu Song's ability to move, so he quickly ran away before he could. The big bad wolf also caught up with him. The boar was not going to let him go now. It had intercepted the two wolves, and they could only evade his attacks. Thus, he had been able to escape from the danger. From then on, he doted even more on his big boss pig. Every time he came back, he would brush the dust off the boar with a shoe brush, comb it with a comb, cook a bowl of rice porridge with bracts added to it, and sometimes beat an egg he couldn't bear to eat. In this way, the villagers simply called his boar Guan Wen selections and called him Guan Wen Yuan, who ran away from the egg. Later on, when the village was going to build a school, but there was no teacher, Guan Wen was chosen to be a teacher, and he was also allowed to be a principal. When the school was first built, there was nothing there. It was like a piece of white paper, but fortunately, this piece of white paper could be used to draw the newest and most beautiful pictures. At that time, outside the courtyard wall behind the school was a large forest. Hunchback Zhang, the village's fifth guardian, had died and was buried in that forest. Since Hunchback Zhang had no children and no children, and no one made him into a shroud after his death, the members of the production team wrapped the corpse in a large white cloth that was found in Hunchback Zhang's box and buried it in the coffin. He didn't expect that someone would steal his grave that night, steal the roll of paper and the corpse would be left in the woods. Undoubtedly, the act of robbing tombs was both illegal and against the grain. As the name implied, robbing tombs directly targeted the items that were buried with the dead and brought them back to the netherworld to dig tombs. Logically speaking, what could possibly be worth excavating in the grave of a five-storied family like Hunchback Zhang? Stealing the tomb of such a person is not only bad for morality but also no great harvest, why take the risk? Don't forget that the material life of the people of that era was extremely poor. Daily daily necessities were supplied by tickets, oil for fuel, meat for meat, cloth for cloth … Principal Guan picked up the coffin lid and used ink to brush one side of it black. He used two pieces of wood taken from his pigsty to support the wall in front of the classroom as a blackboard. From then on, the children in the village began to learn how to read and learn in front of the coffin board. They went from ignorant youths to knowledgeable youths. Now, in front of the blackboard, Yanqin and her sophomore sing "Husband and Wife Can't Read".

After singing "Husband and Wife can read", the two began to practice singing "Brother and Sister in Desolation". Seeing that it was getting late, Chen Yulu and Zhang Shuzhen left the rehearsal in advance without performing any programs. Zhu and Wang had also gone home to study. The other actors also felt a little sleepy, so they all left. Only the second year of high school and the zither were left in the classroom, both of them practicing enthusiastically. At this moment, the second year of high school, with a white goat's handkerchief wrapped around his head and a paper shell wrapped around his head, dug a circle around the empty space in the classroom, opened a circle of desolation, and began to sing: "Male chickens, male chickens, tall birds, loud cries, the sun red and red..." Immediately after, the zither was wrapped in a checked headscarf and carried a load of food and water. Behind the load was a small basket with half a brick inside to represent the meal. This food was really hard. In front of the load was an earthenware jar, probably using his father's urinal as a prop. She also danced around the classroom with the load and sang, "The sun shines in the sky, the food is sent away …" The two of them looked at each other and laughed. Due to the excessive movements of the dance, they extinguished the oil lamp, causing the quiet moonlight to shine into the classroom. The male chicken in the pocket of their high school pants also raised its head, and the two of them couldn't help but hug. "In this way, while they rehearsed together, the two of them would go into the wilderness side by side, and when they rehearsed alone, the two of them would plant seeds intimately!

It was late at night, and the villagers had turned out their lights and were beginning to dream. However, there were still sleepless people in the quiet night, and Wang Hongzhi was one of them. When he was rehearsing, his pants were cut open because of his dancing, and he realized the seriousness of the problem: how could he rehearse the next day if he did it with only his better pants? He began to search the room for needles and thread. He found one, which was covered in rust, and found a brick in the yard, grinding it over and over. With the needle, he still had to wire it. After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find it. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind. He went to the brick bed and pulled out a thread from the blanket. Wang Hong learned how to take off his pants and started mending them. After sewing for a bit, he immediately tied his hands together. He put his hand in his mouth, sucked it, sewed it, and stuck it in again. The pain reminded him of his dead mother: "Oh, come out of the grave and mend my pants. If you don't want to stay in this world, you can just come back after you've fixed my pants. " After thinking of his mother, he thought of his father. Even if he had his father with him, he wouldn't be so lonely and desolate. His father was a very hardworking person and was even very stingy. A salty duck egg couldn't wait to be eaten for three months. His father had raised a little pig that year, and had planned to make a marriage for him by the end of the year when the pig grew up and sold off the money. But in the summer, the pig, by a moment of carelessness, threw open the gate and ran into the production team's field, where he was shot to death with a shotgun by Mann who was looking at the ground, and in a fit of anxiety, died of a heart attack. From then on, Wang Hong learned to live by himself. No one cared about his warmth. He ate a mouthful of cold rice when he was hungry, and no one brought him medicine when he was sick. He sewed up his pants after the third prick. Then he folded his trousers neatly and pressed them under the pillow so that they would have straight lines when he put them on tomorrow, and even in hard times the young have a heart for beauty. Wang Hongcai didn't feel sleepy at all while lying in bed. His soul seemed to have grown a rabbit's leg, and he ran faster and faster, further and further away. In the village, the five ladies of Wang Yu's family were pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately, they always started to scold people the moment they opened their mouth. The three girls of Zhang Jingfeng's family were also pretty good-looking, but there was a fierce glint in their eyes. Wang Yudong's five girls have the spring slick, Zhang Jingfeng's three girls have the hot summer, then Zhu LaoSi gives the feeling of autumn quiet, winter loneliness. Finally, the image of Zhu Lao Si appeared in Wang Hong's mind. His eyebrows, eyes, mouth, waist, legs, he could see where it was good to look at and where it was attractive. If he became his wife, hehe … Wang Hongshui placed the pricked finger by the corner of his mouth and fell into a daze. When a hope sprouts in your heart, you have the power to achieve it; then you turn it into reality, and you can say to yourself: I am a lucky man. Suddenly, Wang Hong's heart lit up, encouraging himself: I want to have this power, I want to become a lucky person!

The village's Mao Zedong Ideological and Literary Propaganda Team, through serious rehearsals, has achieved great success in reporting and performing in the village, and has been well-received by the village leaders. Then the weather began to warm up, and the snow on the sunlit slopes melted, revealing the yellowish brown of the land. Snow seeped into the soil, soaking the yellow grass until it turned green. The prairie weasel, which had been dormant for the entire winter, also drilled out of the cave, standing at the entrance and looking into the distance. Wang Hongxian stood under a small elm tree on the hillside and looked at the clouds on the horizon. From the other side of the forest came the cry of the rhododendrons. He thought about his daughter-in-law again. He thought about how good it was to have Zhu Lao Si as his daughter-in-law. Zhu Lao Si's face was thin and tender, and also had a rosy look like a peach blossom. It really looked like a peeled and ripe egg with rouge painted on it. He suddenly remembered that he had to help the fourth Zhu Clan to collect the feces from the pigsty. Usually, he had to make some progress in order to have any hope of being with the fourth Zhu Clan. Now, he was a toad, and Zhu Lao Si was a swan. As long as the toad didn't give up and tried everything it could think of, there was hope for eating the swan meat. He hurried over to Zhu Ol 'Four's house. Upon entering, he saw his father sitting cross-legged at the table, drinking wine. There were four dishes on the table: a plate of stir-fried bean sprouts, a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of pork skin stewed with soybeans, and a plate of fried pickled vegetables with cow eggs.

He said very politely, "Uncle, let me help you get the feces out of the pigsty. It just so happens that I have nothing better to do."

"Oh, it's Hong. I'm not busy. Come and have a drink with uncle!"

"I just finished eating. Drink slowly!" In fact, he didn't even eat breakfast. Wang Hong imitated and left the house. He found a shovel in the yard and went to the pigsty.

He jumped into the pigsty where the little pig was dreaming and dreamt that he was going out with the great pig, Wang Hong, on a field full of flowers. The little pig angrily stood up, straightened its neck, raised its mane, and stared at Wang Hongshu with its eyes wide open, letting out an extremely dissatisfied snort.

He lifted his pants and walked out of the bathroom with his belt tied around his waist. When he arrived next to the pigsty and saw that it was Wang Hongcai who was defecating, he was a little embarrassed and asked Wang Hongcai, "Did you eat it? "Quick, come in and rest for a while!" "Aunt, I'm not tired." This child is truly hardworking. " As he spoke, he walked back into the house.

At this time, the fourth elder Zhu came back from the outside. Seeing Wang Hong was taking up the pig dung, he stood to the side and started chatting with him. The fourth sister came out from the house again. Seeing that Wang Hong was diligently studying, sweat began to appear on his forehead, and she couldn't bear it anymore, so she said to the fourth brother, "Fourth brother, why aren't you coming in to pour your senior brother Hong a bowl of tea?" Old Zhu came back with a bowl of tea and passed it to Wang Hong. Wang Hongzhi looked at Zhu Ol 'Four's pretty face and his Adam's apple started to move up and down. Saliva started to flow from his mouth and dripped into the cup of tea he was carrying. He stared at Zhu Ol' Four stupidly. Zhu Lao Si said somewhat angrily, "Are you going to drink it or not?" Only then did Wang Hong feel that he had lost his composure. He remembered the tea he had brought and hurriedly said, "Drink, drink." With that, he raised the bowl and drank the tea. He then handed the empty bowl to Zhu Lao Si and smacked his lips. He felt that the tea in the pig's nest tasted good.

When he returned to the house with the empty bowl, Wang Hong went back to work. At this time, Old Zhu finished drinking his wine and walked out while hiccuping, "Hong Xueyao, take a break. It's too hard for you. You don't even drink a mouthful of wine or eat a bowl. Uncle feels a bit bad!

"Uncle, I have strength. If you have anything to do in the future, just let me know."

"Sure, I'll have to trouble you!" Suddenly, Old Zhu seemed to recall something as he shouted into the room, "Old lady, give your Senior Brother Hong another bowl of tea!" He went back into the house.

In fact, Wang Hongzhi was not really thirsty, he just wanted to take a second look at Old Zhu. Old Zhu brought another bowl of tea over, and when Wang Hongcai was about to receive the bowl, he took the opportunity to touch Old Zhu's hand. This time, Old Zhu was really angry, grabbed the bowl, poured the tea on the ground, and went back into the house. Wang Hong's eyes lit up, he shook his head, and he smirked!